My Darkest Hour

My Darkest Hour

With wounded pride, disillusionment and

Jealousy for bedfellows, I felt as old as

The world and breathless as a stormy weather.

The situation which appeared as a small cloud

Blew up into a mighty hurricane sweeping

Away the world I knew, leaving me with

Weariness that comes when hope had

Fallen asleep.

There were too many things to think

All sorts of thoughts circled about in my head

But the ones positive dived down and drove

Tearing claws into my mind

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